Larger women are lovely and Jane was no exception
The football soared high into the air only to be followed by a group of screaming kids sprinting across the school playing field to be the first to reach it. “Bloody first years,” Simon muttered as we walked across the field towards school. Another day of toil at St Agnes’ school faced us. Simon and I were in the lower sixth form, making us both 17 years old. As members of the elite in the school we found the noise and misbehaviour of the youngest kids irritating in...